Willie glared at the boy, waiting for an answer to come from him, but Jake had yelled of letting him go and in that instant, he dropped the boy whose reason he did not hear so clearly. He blinked. Had he actually charged up on a boy? Possibly. The green eyed thirteen year old looked down at the small boy and furrowed his brows in displease, he then turned to Upstead who was telling him to pick on someone his own size.

Willie glowered.

"Shut up, or I thwear I be twistin' yer colorful knickers in a hard twist, Upstead." He told him, raising his hand as if he was about to swat his head. But instead, Willie looked down at the boy and sighed. "Oii, you, are ye gunna sit on yer bum all day or ye gunna be sittin' down on sumfink soft, eh?"